Psalms 47

1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah. O clap your hands, all ye people; shout to God with the voice of triumph.

לַמְנַצֵּחַ ׀ לִבְנֵי־קֹרַח מִזְמֽוֹר׃ כׇּֽל־הָעַמִּים תִּקְעוּ־כָף הָרִיעוּ לֵאלֹהִים בְּקוֹל רִנָּֽה׃

2 For the LORD most high [is] terrible; [he is] a great King over all the earth.

כִּֽי־יְהֹוָה עֶלְיוֹן נוֹרָא מֶלֶךְ גָּדוֹל עַל־כׇּל־הָאָֽרֶץ׃

3 He shall subdue the people under us, and the nations under our feet.

יַדְבֵּר עַמִּים תַּחְתֵּינוּ וּלְאֻמִּים תַּחַת רַגְלֵֽינוּ׃

4 He shall choose our inheritance for us, the excellence of Jacob whom he loved. (Selah)

יִבְחַר־לָנוּ אֶת־נַחֲלָתֵנוּ אֶת ־ גְּאוֹן יַעֲקֹב אֲשֶׁר־אָהֵב סֶֽלָה׃

5 God is gone up with a shout, the LORD with the sound of a trumpet.

עָלָה אֱלֹהִים בִּתְרוּעָה יְהֹוָה בְּקוֹל שׁוֹפָֽר׃

6 Sing praises to God, sing praises: sing praises to our King, sing praises.

זַמְּרוּ אֱלֹהִים זַמֵּרוּ זַמְּרוּ לְמַלְכֵּנוּ זַמֵּֽרוּ׃

7 For God [is] the King of all the earth: sing ye praises with understanding.

כִּי מֶלֶךְ כׇּל־הָאָרֶץ אֱלֹהִים זַמְּרוּ מַשְׂכִּֽיל׃

8 God reigneth over the heathen: God sitteth upon the throne of his holiness.

מָלַךְ אֱלֹהִים עַל־גּוֹיִם אֱלֹהִים יָשַׁב ׀ עַל־כִּסֵּא קׇדְשֽׁוֹ׃

9 The princes of the people are assembled, [even] the people of the God of Abraham: for the shields of the earth [belong] to God: he is greatly exalted.

נְדִיבֵי עַמִּים ׀ נֶאֱסָפוּ עַם אֱלֹהֵי אַבְרָהָם כִּי לֵאלֹהִים מָֽגִנֵּי־אֶרֶץ מְאֹד נַֽעֲלָֽה׃